Author   |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
| Elobo |
Duck Hunt |
Simple crossover quickie.
|
1/13/12 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Scion of Filth |
How carelessly refuse is discarded and forgotten in the dark crevasses of the urban wilderness. The tainted overspill of human laziness given shape, given life, given new purpose. Reveling in the filth of the world, gathering it up and making it its own. Serenading the Earth with garbage. And we revile it, a superficial damnation of a creature we see as garbage. Or perhaps it is reviled because it is a reflection of our own waste. But it has adapted, it is alive, and it will inherit the trash of humanity.
|
8/2/12 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Quicksilver Highwayman |
It takes real grit to crawl to the top of the Scarabian underworld. To control the black market and to scream across the sands in search of quarry ripe for plunder. He's a master criminal. Lightning fast and untouchable. Yet fastidious, exacting, and meticulous. Of course, such desperadoes demand a high ransom. Not monetary, but in the position that comes in offing number one. Being on top means always keeping watch over your shoulder.
|
8/2/12 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Primeval Seed |
Forged in the antediluvian womb, born of the Earth and borne on its cascading soil. The seed, the source, the timeless sentinel that bore the rest of its kind. The leavening agent of the plant kingdom. Promoting growth, permitting their spread. Yet long years separate the wizened from the progeny of their progeny. The primeval becomes weary, but the vigilance never fades.
|
8/5/12 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Malevolent Winter |
Vast network of mycelium, many fibrous finger things like tiny maggots crawling through the supple earth of Foggyland. After its defeat, it lay in hiding under a dormant source of power. When the power returned, it had touched the hearts of humanity, and the fungal entity drank deep of it. The darkness of individuals the power had passed tasted the sweetest, and the instinct to simply survive became a lust to avenge and cause suffering. The propagation of itself gave way to new feelings of pride and primal fear. Its behemoth basidiocarp rose once more. Twisted and forlorn, pained and angry. And it ate the creatures of Foggyland from the inside out, leaving them unfeeling husk puppets driven only to further the providence of Shrooom!!! Corruption now spreads unseen beneath the pure winter snow, a deep malevolent stain poised to devour the world around it. Next time, hold the mushrooms.
|
11/4/12 |
0.00 |
